Nothing like a High School reunion to either kick you in the butt or pat you on the back! I recently attended my 40th high school reunion in the midwest. Turns out I picked up the conversations right where I left off and, yes, I was excitied to see how many grandchildren My classmates had. I wanted to hear about their accomplishments, share the thrills and heartaches of their lives, and see who was bald and fat.
Old loves rekindled for an hour, or two, and I laughed til I ached at our youthful stupidness. Tears are shed for those who are gone and the stories not shared. Mysteries brew over the missing. Questions not answered haunted me. But in the end, connecting for a few golden hours with the people who helped shaped my life, who believed and trusted in me at a time when many others didn’t, cannot be a bad thing.
Like Romy and Michele, we all wanted to impress and be the inventors of “Post Its”. But we are not there for the invention, but for each other. You, me and Bobbie Magee. It was time to be present and engage.
I was fascinated by many, interested in others, treated kindly by all. So for those who were present, I give you a pat on the back for being there. It was great fun and I was proud of all your accomplishments and the people you became, the families you raised and the role you played in my life.
Remind me to show you my post it notes.
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